Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

Deuce, deuce was my problem solver
Had a def girl, really didn't wanna her
In the life of a gangster, use to rob
But now I'm locked up, I'm just a punk low

Jail cells know me too well
Seems like I've on Earth my own personal hell
No how high I climbed, somehow I always fell
I guess a lot of got this story to tell
No matter how you roll, you simply cannot win
It's fun in the beginning but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

Organized crimer, big trouble
In and out of institutions, ever I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks, in the mix
smarts searching hard for some new street tricks

I think I'll join a gang, sling a little
Put a beeper on my and get myself a name
Fresh sneakers, silk shirts, work
Nine to five to survive, you gotta be a

I clock two grand a day, yet I was to play
Who me at Micky Dee's? It work, no way
I'm a big haver but not the last laugher
For me infamy makes me no

Custody haunts my dreams, of capture
of surveillance, phobia of cameras
My banks bigger but so are my
Past records proved players live limited

But I'm unlike the rest, known to be the
Fast money, true wealth my quest
I hustle all night long, ain't no gain in rest
12 gauge range, bloods on my chest

I looked into his face, I thought he was my
My boy had me set up, this wound never mend
No matter who you trust, you cannot win
It's fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

Gold rope wearer, neighborhood
Can't around my mother 'cause she says I scare her
Got a light sunburn from too much pool side
Cordless phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no

in a money mode, seems like it should explode
Girlies on my jammie, got a overload
street messiah, professional liar
19 gotta Benz, 21 I'll

Crazy money, it ain't funny, lovin' my jock
But some people at my door that didn't even knock
Task force boomin', my crib out, can't shout
F.B.I. got a gun in my

Threw me on the floor, my girl a whore
Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was for more
Cracked my safe an axe, then illed out to the max
When they seem my money it in twenty G stacks

me on ten counts, with bails of different amounts
The stuck like glue, some that I couldn't pronounce
They my ass the book, my life wa surely took
And then they gave my girl, ten for hangin' out with a crook

She the game herself, fast lane quick wealth
No respect for the law or the city's
The sweat of hustlers is not reserved for men
It's always fun in the but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain, pain,